Believe when I say that I don't own the beloved characters. I just was in a creative mood and took them away for a little bit. But I will give them back to Beth Sullivan and CBS as soon I am finished.

Chapter 1

Sitting on the front porch, beneath the evening sky, she watched the sun disappear behind the trees and make way for the stars to shine bright in the clear but cold November night.

It was a quiet night and nothing could be heard from inside the house. Everyone except for her had turned in.

But to her surprise she heard footsteps coming from behind and felt a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. She turned her head and as always she found blue eyes smiling down at her. Blue eyes like a clear blue sky watching over her. They always could make her forget everything else around her, comforting her in need, opening another door to her soul as nothing else could. She found herself drowning in them and every time she felt the same.

The happiness surpasses her, running up and down her spine. Whenever she is around them her smile begins to shine, her heart starts beating faster, her hands sweating and she tends to loose her breath. There is no doubt that he is the one she wants to spend the rest of her live with. These blue eyes and that great smile makes her feel alive like nothing else had done in her entire life! She was lucky indeed.

As out of trance, she felt him sitting next to her. She smiled at him with the smile he loved and he pulled her against his chest with one arm around her shoulders.

"You seemed like you were lost in thoughts a moment ago. Is everything ok?" he asked.

"Yes, everything is perfect", Michaela answered and claimed his lips for a soft but longing kiss. It never failed to stir him. He could do nothing about it and so it came that he tightened his grip and pulled her even closer to him. He was doing it again. In moments like this she forgot everything else in the world and had only eyes for the man she loved with her entirely being.

He pulled her on his lap and run his hands up and down her back. She had her hand in his long hair. No one cared that the blanket had fallen down to the ground and the cold air hitting them both. They created their own warmth, a fire inside their bodies. They kissed again and again. Michaela could feel his hands coming around to her front, covering her breasts in his large hands. She moaned into his mouth and when he felt her hands coming close to his buckskin he started to loose control. He wanted more and he knew she did as well.

"Michaela…."

"Hmm?", why was he talking now. There was nothing to talk about. Not now.

"Michaela! Michaela for havens sake you slept to long. Wake up now this instant",

Elizabeth, who had already been waiting at the breakfast table, waited for Michaela to come down for over thirty minutes. When she hadn't come down, she had thrown her napkin on the table and told Martha to wait serving breakfast.

Michaela opened her eyes and was disorientated at first. No loving arms around her, instead it was her blanket that was wrapped around her cold, now shivering body. Then she noticed her mother at her closet, trying to find an appropriate dress for today.

"Mother, what are you doing in my room and furthermore, why are you going through my closet!" Still a little confused about another dream she just had, she sat up in bed.

"Mother, you didn't answer me. What are you doing here?"

"In case you didn't notice my dear, it is late, again. That is the third time that you are late for breakfast. Not to mention that William will be here very soon to take you to the hospital." Meanwhile she found the right dress she wanted her daughter to wear and laid it across the bed.

Michaela didn't have any chance to say anything against her mother at this moment because she was still thinking about the wonderful dream she had. So, to avoid a disagreement or a fight in the morning, she just replied with a "yes mother, I am sorry I will be down momentarily", and with a sigh, she got out of bed to start another day in Boston.

As soon as Elizabeth left her room, Michaela sat down at her vanity to make herself ready for the day. But she couldn't stop thinking about the dream she had. Again. It was the third she had. All three of them were different but one thing was always the same. Those blue eyes smiling down at her. She didn't know who these eyes belong to. They were definitely not Williams nor someone else's she knew. She only knew that she couldn't get enough of them and wanted nothing more then to know who that man was that followed her in her dreams at night.

Then her thoughts turned to William Burke. Her best friend. A little clumsy sometimes when he would ask her out for lunch or asking her if he could walk her back home. But that was William. She knew him since they were children. William, her and David. All three of them had work together in the hospital until David was called back to the Army. He had survived the first year but then Michaela and William had gotten a letter that he died as a hero fighting for his country. It broke both their hearts and William made himself the promise to be always there for Michaela. And until today he had kept his promise.

She saw him as a dear friend. They worked together in the same hospital where all three of them had started two years ago. They had taken over his patients but Michaela had always less patients than William. At the beginning it didn't have bothered her but now in the last few months it had make her feel somehow less as a doctor. She only had female patients, and even if William was not in the hospital for a day, none of his patients would come to her.

William often told her that the women would feel more comfortable around a female doctor and because none of the other once would consult her, she was lucky that she could work as a doctor in Boston. But it also broke his heart to see her hurt and he promised himself to find something better, were both could work side by side with no prejudice at all.

Sometimes Michaela thought that William had more feelings than friendship for her but she knew that there would be never anything else. Yes, she loved him, but as a friend, a dear friend who she could come to anytime of the day to tell him what bothered her. He always had and open ear for her and would take her in his arms to comfort her. But she would feel nothing more and especially after her dream last night, she knew that she was not in love with William. She was in love with a man, with sparkling blue eyes from her dreams!

"Michaela, William is waiting for you. Are you ready by now?", and again, Elizabeth disturbed Michaela in her dreams.

"Yes, I am almost finished", Michaela lied and hurried to do her hair. Once she was done, she looked over to the bed were the dress was lying on the bed. It was the new green dress her mother had giving her for the last birthday. It was a nice dress but not to Michaela's liking. So she decided, against her mother will, to take the dark blue one instead, that she and Rebecca had bought a few weeks ago. When she was ready, she took her medical back, took a last look in the mirror, straighten her back, and was finally ready to face her mother and William.

"Good morning William. I am so sorry that you had to wait for me. It had been a long day yesterday and I slept a little bit to long", Michaela told William as she came down the stairs, ignoring her mothers angry gaze completely.

William was waiting at the bottom of the stairs when he heard Michaela finally coming down. It always took his breath away, when he picked her up in the mornings. Today was no different. For him, Michaela was the dream of his life. A beautiful, smart, caring woman and a great doctor all at once. One day he wished for more than friendship but he would never be brave enough to tell Michaela his true feelings.

Meanwhile, Michaela stood in front of him and he almost missed of taking her hand in his and giving it a soft kiss on the back.

"Good Morning Michaela. May I say you look beautiful again this morning. And no need to apologize. I am a little early as usual."

Elizabeth, who had witnessed the exchange between her daughter and William was very pleased with herself. Even though she had giving Michaela an angry look about her decision of her dress, she was pleased of Williams reaction. She saw it in his eyes that he was in love with her daughter. It couldn't be long now and William would ask for her hand. That she was sure about. They were a loving couple but more important, William was a respectable man in the high society and once they were married he would convince her of giving up the nonsense about being a doctor and be a wife and mother of his children.

Michaela always found it amusing. Indeed, William was a little to early on each visit and he always would say the same. That he was to early. Usually it put a smile on Michaela's face but this morning her mind was somewhere else.

So, she only replied," I know William, you always are. But I am ready now. We can go." Somehow she felt her mothers eyes on her back and wanted to leave the house as soon as possible.

"Sure. Here, let me help you with your coat", and with that he took the coat from behind her and helped her slowly, as to not make a mistake, in it, gave her medical bag back to her and opened the door so she could step out first.

"Thank you William." Before she walked through the door, she glanced back to her mother. Seeing her, she knew that something was going through her mind. And if her mother had that look, it was usually not for Michaela's benefit. Therefore, she knew her mother too well. But she wouldn't think about that now. She had another long day ahead of her and just gave her a " Goodbye mother. See you tonight".

With that she stepped out the door and William, trying to keep up with her, closed the door behind himself. Ready for another day with Michaela at his side.

"Come back to me," panic was shown in the face of the man who had just woken up from his dream. His arm still stretched out in front of him, reaching for her. Wanting to hold her a moment longer. Feeling her soft skin under his touch. Just one more time to replace the emptiness in his heart. But she was gone. She had walked away from him.

He was trembling now, sweat all of his body and his breath was coming in short gasps.

Slowly, his senses were coming back to him, his breathing finally slowed down. It had been a dream. The dream about that woman again. That beautiful woman with the mismatched eyes and that heavenly smile.